See the first excerpt here. Check out Casee’s review of Driven here.
Tatiana has honed her genetic gifts to perfection. She can withstand the subzero temperatures of the Northern Waste, read somebody’s mind with the briefest touch, and slice through bone with her bare hands. Which makes her one badass chick, all right.
Hidden by Eve Kenin
Excerpt from Chapter 1
The bitter wind swirled around her, whipping her hair
against her cheeks as her gaze cut to her own scooter, a
Morgat, sleek, black and brand spanking new, faster than
a plascannon shot. Handy in her current line of work. The
retrieval business favored those who were proficient at a
quick getaway; survival depended on it.
She turned back to the sprawling conglomeration of
architectural misfortune that housed the store, and beside
that, Abbott’s Inn and Pub. Two stories high on one
side, not quite one story on the other, the whole building
looked like a house of cards patched together from a bunch
of mismatched decks. The own er, Boyd Abbott, sold everything
from clothing to food to snowscooters. Those who
made a special request could purchase women or young
girls . . . even young boys. Willing. Unwilling.
Abbott stocked it all. He was a sick, greedy bastard,
through and through.
So, yeah, someone ought to kill him.
Tatiana weighed the benefits and detriments, considered
whether that someone should be her. Flip a plastitech vidcredit?
Heads—just break something. Tails—kill him.
Logic decided against either option. She had a job to
complete, and killing Abbott wasn’t in the three- step plan.
Besides, she couldn’t save everyone, and she couldn’t simply
go around breaking bones every time she ran up against
shoddy morals and obsidian black ethics. Two lessons she’d
been quick to learn since her bizarre change of circumstance
six months past.
For an instant, the thin boundary between present and
past blurred. Memories spewed from their dank pit like
spittle from a rabid dog. She remembered the acrid stink of
human death, the horrific sensation of life sifting through
her fingers.
She had killed.
Never again. A vow she knew she would break, over and
over.
Some things just . . . were.
But killing Abbott se nior would only open the door for
Abbott junior—a sadistic creature with a distinct aversion
to personal hygiene—to step up and take his father’s place,
a far more vicious master to those in his keeping than ever
his father had been.____________
This book is available from Dorchester. You can buy it here. You can read more about Eve Kenin on her website here. She also writes under the pen name Eve Silver.
I loved Driven and now that I’m done with my book, wheeee! I get to read Hidden.